Through the way where hope is guiding,
Hark, what peaceful music rings,
Where the flock, in thee confiding,
Drink of joy from deathless springs.
Theirs is beaty's fairest pleasure,
Theirs is wisdom's holiest treasure.
Thou dost ever lead thime own

In the love of joys unknown. "Herz und Mund und That und Leben", from Cantata 147